A Secret To Keep Part 19

"My bank account is a lot bigger than what it was last week."

"Are you serious? He started depositing money?" Liyah looked at Sloane with wide eyes.

"Yes. And I'm not talking about small amounts. I could probably live off the interest of the amount he's already given me. He didn't even give me a chance to turn him down."

"So are you thinking about the offer? It sounds like an awesome opportunity. You're always saying you'd like to be able to spend more time with Brayden; at least until he goes to school. Now's your chance."

Sloane nodded in deep thought. The money was nice, but it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted Gates. The night they spent together was so much more than a one-night thing for her and she couldn't understand how he could blow her off like nothing happened. "I don't know. It's almost like he's trying to buy me off."

"Sloane, I really don't think that's the case. Regardless of all that's happened I truly believe Gates loves you. Maybe he's not sure how to handle his feelings."

"Maybe, but what about my feelings? What about Brayden? He's not the only one this affects you know." The whole situation was bizarre. With the way Gates was acting, she was starting to understand more and more how keeping her secret for so long had affected them all.

They sat in silence for a moment before Liyah chirped up. "So, now what?"

"Things go back to the way they were, I guess." Sloane shrugged her shoulders as she and Liyah finished their lunch.

"That'll be awkward the next time he comes to visit Brayden won't it?"

"I guess, but there isn't much I can do at this point. And the way it looks, I don't see him coming to visit Brayden much anymore."

"Are you serious? He's been getting so much closer to him. I don't know how anything could go back to the way it was if it was me."

"I don't have much of a choice, Liyah." She wanted things to be different between her and Gates. In all honesty, she wanted it to be like the fairy tales where they lived happily ever after, but now that seemed like a fleeting fantasy. What went wrong between the two of them? Not just the night of Brayden's birthday, but over a year ago when she left. Somehow they'd grown apart and she had no clue if there was any way they could find their way back.

The shrill ring of her cell phone brought her out of her thoughts. "This is Sloane." She looked at Liyah with a concerned look on her face and wondered why Brayden's day care was calling.

"Hi Sloane, its Amy."

"Amy, hey, is everything okay?"

"Actually, Brayden's running a fever. He was playing this morning and all of a sudden, he got really irritable and warm. So, we took his temperature and he's got a pretty high one. You're going to have to come and get him."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes. Thanks, Amy."

"Is he okay," Liyah asked, grabbing her purse.

"He has a temperature. I have to go get him. Can you tell Isabella I'll call her? I don't think it's anything big, but depending on his temperature-"

"Don't worry, I got you covered. Hey think of it this way, it may be your sign that you're needed at home instead of at the Foundation." Liyah added as they got into Sloane's car. "Call me and let me know how he's doing and if you need anything. I'll stop by after work."

"Thanks, Liyah." Sloane quickly dropped Liyah back at the office and raced to the day care to pick up Brayden.

Once she was home with him, she tried everything she could to break his fever, but nothing would work. Suddenly, she noticed he was beginning to look blue around his mouth. His breathing was becoming more labored and Sloane quickly gathered him up and headed to the hospital. Entering the emergency room, she could barely think straight as she tried to answer the barrage of questions from the nurse.

"Ma'am, you're going to have to stay out here so the doctors can do their job." The nurse patted Sloane's arm, trying to comfort her.

"You don't understand; that's my little boy. He, he needs me."

"He will be fine, but we have to let the doctors do their job. How about we come over here and take a seat. Is there someone I can call for you? Do you want me to call his father?" The nurse ushered Sloane to a chair to wait.

"What?" She could barely hear the woman talking to her as she watched them wheeling her son away. It felt like her entire body was shaking and she had no clue what to do.

"His father? Do you need me to call him?"

Looking at the nurse, Sloane suddenly realized she needed to call Gates to let him know Brayden was sick. Their conversations had been few and far between in the weeks since he left her the morning after they slept together and she wondered if she should even bother.

"No, I can call him."

"Okay, well, I'll come to get you as soon as you can see your son."

Sloane nodded and moved to a quieter area of the waiting room to make a couple of calls. She'd rushed out of the house so fast that the only thing she picked up was her cell phone. She forgot her purse, which had her wallet and all of her insurance information. Even if she wanted to fill out the paperwork attached to the clipboard one of the receptionists brought to her, she couldn't. She called Liyah first to have her go by her house to pick up her purse.

Getting off the phone with Liyah, she knew she needed to contact Gates. He hadn't been spending much time with Brayden, but he should at least know he was in the hospital.

"Excuse me, Gates, you have a phone call." Linda whispered in Gates ear. She'd entered the boardroom quietly and walked over to where Gates sat.

"Lin, just take a message and I'll call them back."

"I think you need to take this." Seeing the look on her face, Gates excused himself from the room and followed her to the reception desk to pick up the receiver. Linda never interrupted his meetings and with the look she had on her face, he knew it must be important.

"Gates McCall."

"Gates?"

"Sloane? I'm in the middle-"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but..." She sniffed, and he could tell she was fighting back tears.

Sensing something was wrong, his body tensed at the fear he detected in her voice. "Sloane, are you okay? What's going on?"

"It's Brayden." He heard her voice tremble with each syllable as she tried her best to keep her composure and his demeanor softened.

"What's wrong with Brayden?"

"I'm at the hospital. Brayden has a fever and I couldn't break it and he started turning blue and-" she rattled on and the fear in her voice shook him to his core.

"Whoa, wait a minute. Slow down. He's in the hospital?" Gates noticed Linda look up at him from her seat behind the desk. "Sloane, just tell me what's going on." His heart nearly stopped at hearing the words tumbling out of her mouth. He'd only started getting to know his son and now he was in the hospital.

"I got a call from the daycare and they said he had a fever and I needed to pick him up. So I went and got him, and he was so warm, Gates. He was crying and miserable. I tried to break his fever, but it seemed like the more I did the worse it got and I couldn't get him comfortable. So then he started turning blue and he was breathing so hard. I jumped in the car and brought him to the hospital. I'm so scared. And they won't let me see him." Hearing her dissolve into tears broke him in half.

"Sloane," Gates tried his best to soften his voice as he attempted to comfort her. Hearing her cry was more than he could take. He'd always hated to see her cry, but now he didn't know what was worse, seeing it in person or being on the other end of the phone with no way to console her. He was helpless and he'd never felt so vulnerable in his entire life. "He's going to be fine. Listen to me. He's going to be okay. I'm on my way, but you've got to stay strong for him like you always are."

"I don't know if I can. I'm so scared. They haven't let me see him and I don't know what's going on." He knew she was scared. h.e.l.l, he was too. He'd never expected to get a call that his one-year old was in the hospital. He had no clue what was going on and at the moment all he wanted to do was be there with them both. Why had he left? Why had he turned his back on the life he could have? Now it could be too late and he may never have the chance to have a family. His family.

"Are you there by yourself?"

"Yes. Liyah's on her way." He could barely hear her tiny voice in the receiver. Her fear resonated with every word and he knew this was serious.

"Okay, look, I'm leaving now and I'll be there as fast as I can. Try and calm down and stay strong for our little boy. Can you do that for me?"

"I don't know if I can." Her voice faltered and cracked and he scrubbed his face with his hand, trying his hardest to keep his composure. Closing his eyes, he swore inwardly at his stupid decision to leave them.

"Sloane, I know you're scared, but I promise I'm on my way and he's going to be fine." He waited to hear her say okay before hanging up the phone and raking his hand through his hair.

"Is everything okay?" Evan asked and Gates turned to see his friend standing at his side waiting for a response.

"No. Brayden's in the hospital and they aren't telling Sloane anything. I've got to, uh..." Gates trailed off thinking about how scared Sloane sounded on the phone. He needed to get to them, and quick.

"Hey don't worry about anything; I'll handle the rest of this."

"You sure?"

"Of course. Go see your son and keep me posted."

"Thanks."

"You think you two could wrap up this little gossip session? We have a deal to finish." Angelica appeared in front of the two, tapping her watch.

"Gel, Gates is leaving. I'll handle the rest of the meeting."

"What? Are you crazy? This deal is not closed yet and you're leaving? What could be so important that you have to leave? Oh, please don't tell me it's Sloane." Angelica crossed her arms, rolling her eyes.

"Gel-" Evan groaned, stopping abruptly as Gates pivoted to face Angelica. His intense glare could start a fire on wet logs.

"What I do with my personal life is my business. But since you must know, my son is in the hospital and I'm going to see him. If that's okay with you?" Gates stood with fire in his eyes waiting for Angelica to respond before Evan spoke up and urged Gates to go ahead and leave.

"Gates, just go. I'll make sure everything is taken care of." Evan nodded at him and gave Angelica a stern 'shut your mouth' look.

"Brayden's sick? I didn't know. I'm sorry." Angelica watched Gates stalk off and push through the heavy gla.s.s doors headed to the elevator. "Evan, I didn't know."

"Gel, stop okay. You've been riding Gates for a while now about Sloane. Give it a rest. He loves his son, and contrary to what you believe, he still loves Sloane and she loves him. You need to accept it." He turned to head back to the boardroom to finish up the meeting.

Sloane was losing her mind. She kept pacing from one end of the room to the other. She wanted so badly to hold her baby in her arms. At this point, she wished someone would do the same for her. Namely, Gates.

"Sloane?" She turned to crumble into her best friend's arms.

"Liyah."

"Honey, how is he?" Liyah pushed Sloane's hair away from her face and took the clipboard from her shaky hands.

"I don't know. No one will tell me anything and I'm about to go crazy. He was so hot and he could hardly breathe. I've never seen him this sick before." Sloane sat down in a cold plastic chair and Liyah sat beside her.

"He's going to be fine sweetie." Nodding her head, Sloane tried to believe what Liyah was telling her. "I called Avery and she wants you to call her as soon as you hear something. She's on her way. Does Gates know?"

"Thank you. Yes. He's on his way." Wiping her eyes, Sloane stood to return to her pacing.

"Ms. Davis?"

"Yes." Sloane turned, clutching her hands in antic.i.p.ation.

"I'm Dr. Vincent. I've been treating Brayden."

"Is he okay?" She held her breath waiting for any news about her son and what was going on with him. She felt like she may faint at any moment.

"I won't lie, your son is a sick little boy, but we're doing what we can to bring his temperature down. He's suffering from what looks like a virus."

"A virus? What kind of virus?" Liyah stood to hold Sloane's hand as the doctor continued letting her know the little boy was severely dehydrated. Brayden was now hooked up to an IV which was providing him fluids to get his levels back to where they needed to be and the next couple of hours were going to be crucial in his recovery. The doctor was upfront with her and he let her know they were doing everything in their power to help him.

"Can I see him?" She felt warm tears coursing down her cheeks and Liyah's hand tightened around hers.

"Yes, I'll take you to him now."

"Thank you." She hesitated, looking at Liyah.

"Go ahead. I'll finish filling the forms out."

Walking with the doctor down the hallway, Sloane was anxious to see Brayden. Entering the room, she paused, noticing the machines and the noises they were making before she walked over to the crib where her son lay. She could barely see past the tears in her eyes. Glancing over his little body, she grew more terrified at the vision of the IV with fluids and medications running from his tiny little arm and the electrodes taped to his chest to monitor his heart. He looked so much smaller than he usually did and it broke her heart to see him in this condition.

"Hi baby. Mommy's here." She stroked his curls and she knew if he were more coherent, he would probably be afraid of all of the beeping monitors and machines. He looked at her with the most listless eyes and she leaned down and rested her chin on the railing. He was so drained of energy and could barely keep his eyes open. She stood over him for the next few hours watching him breathe.

Gates hurried into the hospital looking for the signs pointing to the emergency room. His polished shoes echoed on the floor as he raced through the tiled hallways. He was still wearing the same black Armani suit, starched white b.u.t.ton down and tie he'd been wearing during his meeting. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he wandered through the sea of scrubs and street clothes the nurses, doctors and patients wore. Looking at the signs hanging in the hallways, he grew frustrated because he had no clue where Sloane and Brayden could possibly be. He tried calling her, but her cell phone was going directly to voicemail. Finally reaching the reception area, he asked for information.

"Hi. I need to find out what room my son is in."

"What's the name sir?"

"Uh, Gates McCall, uh, oh his name is Brayden, Brayden...Davis."

"Brayden Davis. He's been moved to the children's wing. You need to follow the blue arrows down this hallway and take a right. Go up the escalator and you should be able to find the reception desk there. They can tell you what room he's in."

"Thank you." Increasing his gait, he finally found the escalator leading to the children's wing. He noticed a good number of people in waiting rooms on the way through the emergency area. Mothers were trying their best to comfort crying, wailing children who were either in pain, sleepy or suffering from some other problem. It was a little unnerving for him to think Sloane may have had to wait with Brayden when he came in as well and he picked up the pace to find them. Stepping off of the escalator, he walked to the reception area and scanned the room for any glimpse of Sloane.

"Hi, I need to know what room my son is in. Brayden Davis."

"Let me check for you, sir."

Waiting for the woman to give him the information, Gates scrubbed his face with his hands. All he wanted was to get to Brayden and Sloane. Looking around, Gates thought about the last time he spoke with Sloane and how he'd been so cold. Their last encounter had been the only thing he'd been able to think about. It was the reason he wasn't getting much sleep at night. And now none of the things that had gone on between them even mattered. All he wanted was to know his son was okay. Before the lady could tell him the room number, Gates turned to lock eyes with Sloane. Her beautiful brown eyes were swollen from crying and he could see the toll the whole ordeal was taking on her.

"Gates?" As soon as she was in front of him, she fell into his arms crying as he hugged her to his chest.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here." He breathed in the sweet smell of her hair and tried his best to comfort her. "How is he?"